Lyrics:
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
[Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)
[Killah Priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
relate
She wanna slash like guns n' roses
I wanna sip on the lemonade she sending me
I revolve around it, relativity
Ray Allen with it, shootin' from
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
tense
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get
and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money
Make it mortgage money
a fuckin' champion, hang my picture in the hall
I am strong, I am brave, I am courageous my friends
The thoughts of deceit lost in the end
I let the man die
Under the gun
Looking at baby's face I saw the plight of the
human race
Dying to survive
Shaken by the irony the anger rose inside of me
And would
son
We are hostage to the megaton and the world
Could die tonight
Under the gun, we live in fear that the end
Will come
But there's one place
who?
But I'm just here for hip-hop
So let me stick to my guns like Miles in Guns Akimbo
Who should I kill next? Who knows, nigga?
I'm the GOAT and I'm
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
rather die before I fail
Clawed through the dirt with my nails
Barely alive I can’t tell
Where we survived it ain’t fair
We risked our lives to get here
in a comatose (Blaow)
Die young, live fast
All about the guns and roses (MBF)
Bad bitch
Feed me grapes while I fuckin' pop mimosas
(Slide) bad
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
wrongs make a right
Let me take you by the arm, I'm alligator-like (bite her arm)
Gal, I waited all my life for you, heart is racin' like Talladega
(Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday, we do it all day)
Hello maters, welkom by waar die party is, ons gaan seker maak dat
be me?
Let a n***a live, watch me buy a crib
They don't wanna see me win, kids
See nobody here so I ride for me
See nobody here so I die for me
Two
of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creep show, but yo
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline
it’s was poured Goldie locks bitch don’t you dig in my porage
live by my gun still die my Sword channel on feet cost a Duce four
I got it for me
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me
" niggas know what time it is
(baby
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